Or you could stop crying like a baby and put some makeup on. We fell into fits of laughter before returning to our school work. Suddenly everything se...med alright to Taylor, and she was her regular talkative self. Knowing she was okay made it hurt less to smile, and I kept it up for her sake. * True to our word, we went out the next night to one of the fraternity houses for another party. This party had a themeOffice Hos and CEOs. Tay and I laughed at how ridiculous we looked as we started to. “What about me?”“What about sweet, innocent, demure little you?”There is a lascivious glint in Pippa’s eyes and, if I didn’t know better, I’d say she was licking her lips like a pussy hungry wolf that has just got Little Red Riding Hood pinned down with her legs akimbo, her petticoats and skirts trapped about her waist and her perfect fairy tale pussy dribbling with anticipation.“You wouldn’t really want any of this naughty, thick, black cock. Not really. Anyway, look …”Pippa slowly slides the. It already had over a thousand signatures supporting it. Ebenezer was impressed."Phoebe, if this works, you will be the hero of the hour!"Later that day, Ebenezer had a call from the editor of the Rehome News."Mr de la Torre, are you linked to a Mrs Phoebe Penrose?" I am. She is my mother-in-law. Why do you ask?" I was told that a petition was started about a business cartel on Earth, and the originator was a Mrs Phoebe Penrose of Rehome Colony. My enquiries suggested that a person of that name. But I did get the gist of what she was saying. Later after our first morning fuck, we talked about how i****t was a sin…but if we really could become lovers (much more than mother and son)…then that of itself just may become the something extra special between and mother and son. It could be nasty, i****tuous, dirty, and beautiful all at the same time. What a fucking dream come true for this young man. We were a mother, a son, a bitch, a cock, a lady, all wrapped around a cloak of loving desire.